“Believe me, It would be better if we didn't meet again. Go back to school. Go back to your life. And next time they ask you, say no. Killing is for grown-ups and you're still a child.”

“Going back to school is like going back in time. Immediately, for better or for worse, you must give up a little piece of your autonomy in order to become part of the group. And every group, of course, has its hierarchies and rules- spoken and unspoken. It is like learning to live once again in a family- which, of course, is the setting where all learning begins.”

“She rubs my back and sighs."Jesus Abby, I'm so sorry. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're still hung up on him. Big time.”

“Would you still love me if I killed someone?” I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. “I would still love you,” Go said. “Go, do you really need me to say it?” She stayed silent. “I did not kill Amy.” She stayed silent. “Do you believe me?” I asked. “I love you.”

“Baby, if you love someone, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be yours. - Till We Meet Again”

“When you meet me here again, you will have come to stay. But not now. You must go back to your own world for a while.”